Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.
Erich Maria RemarqueНи один человек не может стать более чужим, чем тот, которого ты в прошлом любил...
Erich Maria RemarqueI want to think and at the same time that's the last thing in the world I want to do.
Erich Maria RemarqueI, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.
Erich Maria RemarqueThe miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.
Erich Maria RemarqueThe wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy.
Erich Maria RemarqueTag: joy
Ma mõtlesin, et elame konservide ajastul.''
''Konservide? Kuidas nii?''
Ravic osutas ajalehtedele. ''Meil pole enam tarvis mõtelda. Kõik on ette mõeldud, ette mälutud, ette tunnetatud. Konservid. Jääb üle ainult avada. Kolm korda päevas koju kätte toimetatud. Midagi pole enam tarvis ise külvata, kasvatada, pole tarvis küsimuste, kahtluste ja igatsuste tulel keeta. Konservid.
Vahi ja vaata! Nad ehitavad relvatehaseid, sest nad tahavad rahu; nad ehitavad koonduslaagreid, sest nad armastavad tõde; õiglus on iga erakondliku hulluse kattevari, poliitilised gangsterid on lunastajad, ning vabadus on igasuguse võimuahnuse lipukiri.
Erich Maria RemarqueObuze, mitraliere, aburi de gaze, flotile de tancuri - strivire, devorare, moarte.
Erich Maria RemarqueTag: war
Това беше първият знак, който получаваха от външния свят, откакто бяха в лагера. Като че ужасната самота на всичките тези години бе извежнъж разкъсана. За тях бяха мислили. Нeпознати спасители им махаха. Не бяха вече сами. Това беше първият видим поздрав на свободата. Те не бяха вече калта на земята. Въпреки опасността, изпращаха самолет, за да ги уверят, че знаят за тях и ще дойдат за тях. Те не бяха вече калта на земята, презирани, оплюти, по-низши от червеите, те бяха отново човеци – за хора, които не ги познаваха.
„Какво става с мене? – мислеше 509. – Сълзи? Аз? Старецът?“
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